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'Right. Fine,' said Rincewind. 'I'll leave you to get on with it, then.'
'You'll come with us,' said Panter.
'But I'm not even a proper wizard. You threw me out, remember?'
'I can't think of any student less able,' said the old wizard, 'but you're here, and that's the only qualification you need. Come on.'
The light flared and went out. The terrible noises died as if strangled.
Silence filled the tower; one of those heavy, pressing silences.
'It's stopped,' said Twoflower.
Something moved, high up against the circle of red sky. It fell slowly, turning over and over and drifting from side to side. It hit the stairs a turn above them.
Rincewind was first to it.
It was the Octavo. But it lay on the stone as limp and lifeless as any other book, its pages fluttering in the breeze that blew up the tower.
Twoflower panted up behind Rincewind, and looked down.
'They're blank,' he whispered. 'Every page is completely blank.'
'Then he did it,' said Wert. 'He's read the spells. Successfully, too. I wouldn't have believed it.'
'There was all that noise,' said Rincewind doubtfully. 'The light, too. Those shapes. That didn't sound so successful to me.'
'Oh, you always get a certain amount of extradimen-sional attention in any great work of magic,' said Panter dismissively. 'It impresses people, nothing more.'
'It looked like monsters up there,' said Twoflower, standing closer to Rincewind.
'Monsters? Show me some monsters!' said Wert.
Instinctively they looked up. There was no sound. Nothing moved against the circle of light.
'I think we should go up and, er, congratulate him,' said Wert.
'Congratulate?' exploded Rincewind. 'He stole the Octavo! He locked you up!'
The wizards exchanged knowing looks.
'Yes, well,' said one of them. 'When you've advanced in the craft, lad, you'll know that there are times when the important thing is success.'
'It's getting there that matters,' said Wert bluntly. 'Not how you travel.'
They set off up the spiral.
Rincewind sat down, scowling at the darkness.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Twoflower, who was holding the Octavo.
'This is no way to treat a book,' he said. 'Look, he's bent the spine right back. People always do that, they've got no idea of how to treat them.'
'Yah,' said Rincewind vaguely.
'Don't worry,' said Twoflower.
'I'm not worried, I'm just angry,' snapped Rincewind. 'Give me the bloody thing!'
